The Wife Part Twelve - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Twelve

John woke up as the dawning light began to show through the windows. He had a stiff neck and a sore back from sleeping sitting up. Blanche was still sleeping with her head in his lap but stirred when he stretched his arms over his head.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered to her. They stumbled to the bedroom and went back to sleep in each other’s arms. It felt wonderful to John. Mid-morning he woke again, this time, Blanche’s head was on his shoulder and her hand was lightly stroking the down on his abdomen, brushing past the head of his morning wood.

He needed to piss badly, but refused to interrupt her ministration; it felt so damn wonderful. Each time her hand brushed his cock head it jumped, sending a thrill up his body and causing her to giggle. Eventually, her warm hand continued down and wrapped his balls, lifting them slightly, then slid up the length of his cock and squeezed his glans.

The endorphin rush was powerful but his need to piss won out. “I hate to stop this, but I have to piss. Don’t go away, OK?” He went to the bathroom but his cock was pointing up, not down toward the bowl. He hated to have to wait for it to go down.

“I have always wanted to do this.” Blanche was right behind him. She reached around him, grasping his erection, turning his body toward the shower enclosure. “Can you go now?” He quickly got over his surprise and let it go. Her other hand reached between his legs and cupped his balls. “This feels good; I can feel the urine rushing ...

... down the barrel of your cock. How is it for you?” She nipped his shoulder, leaving slight teeth marks.

“I want you to do this every morning, please.” When the stream slowed, then stopped he told her to shake him. He then turned and she went to her knees and slid her warm, wet lips around his glans, her free hand squeezing his ball sack. His knees nearly buckled. “Quick, back to bed, I won’t last long if you do that.”

He was right; her wet pussy felt so wonderful when his cock slid easily in that he had to hold still for several seconds lest he cum immediately. She kissed him and he knew that he was home for good. “Don’t hold back, darling, let me have all of your pent-up cum, I want it now; it’s your pussy, fill it up.”

She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deep into her, then relaxed them for him to pull back and plunge deep again. When he came, it was so powerful it was almost painful. It seemed to go on for a long time, then he collapsed on her feeling her nipples boring into his chest.

Almost immediately, his mind went to the image of her lying under Jim, totally sated and spent from the multiple orgasms that he would have given her. He realized that they would have to sort out the elephant in the room. But for now, he knew he must help her to cum. He slid under the covers and moved between her legs.

The smell of their sex was intense and wonderful. He nudged her legs apart and gently blew his warm breath on her pussy. She threw the covers off ...